Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
Please be advised, this is an alert issued for the public good and as an advisory to those in the adult world seeking the advantage of pre-warning on a timidly personal level.
Do take care when pursuing conversations with the young, emerging into mature adulthood, insecure on the perilous shoals of self-doubt, mired in the teen pathology of painful self-awareness.
Be informed that innocent observations on your part may be intolerably offensive, that what you may take to be sage advice to be imparted, is really controlling, gross interference; that any and all assurances of support you may muster are worthless irrelevancies.
That, in fact, you may no longer exist but as an annoying delirium of the past. Restrain your impulse to be helpful, it is an inflammatorily inappropriate misguidance. As with the responsible stewardship of some exotic plant, water frequently, feed as directed, expose to light, then retire gracefully from the scene.
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